The Sunspire No other shotgun rider

she is such a silly little thing but I love her

Her heart sped up as she caught sight of him, but excitement was tempered when he hung back, not approaching. She had tensed to run up to him, but let muscles fall slack, and her ears tipped back as she completely misinterpreted his actions. Crud, he was pissed.

"I know I was gone way longer than I should've been, and I'm sorry. But I went south instead because Summer was missing and I felt like I should look for him, and then I was going to stop by the plateau like I said, but there was this sad-looking wolf-thing, and it attacked me, so I had to go find herbs, and by the time that was done," she took a deep breath after letting loose that deluge of words, then fell silent, not looking at him. Maybe she should have just come straight back.

She wanted to keep prattling because it's what she did when she was nervous, but she didn't know how angry he was and didn't want to irritate him more. Though, as she thought about it, the imagined anger she put upon him ignited her own. What right did he have to be angry? She was doing her job to the pack, and yeah she'd been gone a while, but she had been looking out for a packmate. Could he really mind that? He'd agreed to this relationship knowing full well the wolf she was, so he couldn't have expected her to stick around all the time.

Now in a right good huff, she was ready to defend herself when he inevitably began to rip into her for being gone. Bracing herself, she raised her head, looking at him and waiting for his response.